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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
— Scottish Highlands
( June 24th, 1995. )

                                    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 had been rearranged into neat rows of chairs, with students from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons all gathered together. The usual house divisions were gone; there was no separation of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Instead, everyone sat mixed, shoulder to shoulder, united in their grief. The warm, flickering light of floating candles cast long shadows on their solemn faces.

Olympia sat between Cassie and George, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Cassie's eyes were red and puffy from crying, while George sat unusually still beside her, his jaw tight and his hands resting on his knees. Fred, seated next to George, with Ginny to his right, glanced at his twin and Olympia now and then, his usual carefree expression replaced with quiet concern.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students sat among them, some whispering softly to one another in their native tongues, others sitting in stunned silence. Even the usually imposing Karkaroff was subdued, his eyes downcast, while Madame Maxime dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Dumbledore stood at the front of the room, his figure tall and steady despite the weight of the moment. His voice was calm but carried the gravity of the loss they had all experienced as he began to speak.

"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss," Dumbledore said, his deep voice resonating through the hall. "Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hardworking, intricately fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend."

Olympia bit her lip, the words cutting through her. She could feel tears threatening to spill over, but she held them back, her gaze locked on Dumbledore.